More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
I is another.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
